Quotes from Zane Grey

twenty-foot-square, furious splash as he hooked himself. I sat spellbound. I

Likewise he believed that men wandering or lost in the wilderness often reversed that brutal order of life and became noble, wonderful, super-human.

Is it not the loss of things which makes life bitter?

wild men in wild places, fighting cold, heat, starvation, thirst, barrenness, facing the elements in all their ferocity, usually retrograded, descended to the savage, lost all heart and soul and became mere brutes.

Yes. Love of man for woman—love of woman for man. That's the nature, the meaning, the best of life itself.

unquenchable

the strong feeling beginning to be manifested to Wade was not the fun of matching wits and luck with his antagonists, nor a desire to accumulate money--for his recklessness disproved that--but the liberation of the gambling passion.

perhaps he and this man, alone on the desert, driven there by life's mysterious and remorseless motive, were to see each other through God's eyes. His

The sun lost its heat and wore down to the western horizon, where it changed from white to gold and rested like a huge ball about to roll on its golden shadows down the

Life is hard enough, God knows, but it's unfailin' true in the end to the man or woman who finds the best in them an' stands by it. Uncle John, y'u talk so—so

You must use that hope an' faith to help you get well.

Surely with all its greatness it could not be lost; surely in the end it must triumph over evil.

I will live them. I will have faith and hope and love, for I am his daughter, she said.

About noon the following day, the horses

Bern, it's divine to forgive your enemies. 'Let not the sun go down upon thy wrath.

When he had gotten rid of his exuberance he sat down at once to write to his brother Hal about it, and also his forest-ranger friend, Dick Leslie, with whom he had spent an adventurous time the last summer.

and of storehouses and of freight-trains—destruction

Good and evil began to seem incomprehensibly blended in her judgment. It was her belief that evil could not come forth from good; yet here was a murderer who dwarfed in gentleness, patience, and love any man she had ever known.

Strangely it came to Gale then that he was glad. Yaqui had returned to his own — the great spaces, the desolation, the solitude — to the trails he had trodden when a child, trails haunted now by ghosts of his people, and ever by his gods. Gale realized that in the Yaqui he had known the spirit of the desert, that this spirit had claimed all which was wild and primitive in him.

Carley's edifice of hopes, dreams, aspirations, and struggles fell in ruins about her. It had been built upon false sands. It had no ideal for foundation. It had to fall.

We must dress to make other women jealous and to attract men.

and returned. To Duane the outlaw

Don't apologize. It's a sign of weakness. Captain Nathan Brittles, She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949)

He ran his hands over Ken's smooth skin and felt of the muscles